Pouncing around

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Darren walked into the lab one morning holding a tray of nutrient packs. “She’s starting to develop muscle tone now,” he said. “And she’s eating off the plate without help.”
Amber smiled as she watched Ivey through the glass. She was pouncing now, chasing after a ball Cora had tossed. Her fur had grown darker, smoother. More fox-like.
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